week fiftyone: oil in the water pt. 1

oil in the water pt. 1

there’s rust and oil in the water
and i never wanted to be a father
but i’m going crazy with nothing time
and i’ve got room inside this house of mine

when the toast was done and the coffee brewed
i used to sit and read the news
and i’d get concerned then it passed me by
i’ve got room inside this house of mine

and all that i’m looking for now
is a song i can sing for a small and hopeful crowd
while the buffalo are running toward the slaughter
and there’s oil in the river water

it’s verse for verse and it’s pound for pound
and i scratch them out just to get them down
all these tiny notes all these fuzzy lines
i’ve got room inside this house of mine

and i wear your shirt when i want to cry
when the frozen pond looks just like the sky
and i wrote you more but nevermind
i’ve got room inside this house of mine

and all that i’m looking for now
is a song that i can sing to a small and hopeful crowd
while the buffalo are running toward the slaughter
and there’s oil in the river water